Vampire Masters Novels & Stories

He glanced in the rearview mirror, catching sight of the vampires regrouping, their faces twisted with a fierce determination. I would normally be scared of the danger of the vampires. Their creatures are very sadistic and heartless. But in a few seconds, the hungry and blood thirsty beast in me, would let out on these three poor vampires. I stepped out of the car, my steps a bit scattered as I struggled to gather my bearings. “Why are you here?! I will make sure VODKA will hear from me do this” “Oh, we're here with instructions from Vodka, you and the whole Lycan kingdom will fall!!”

“That’s what a blood slave is for. Blood for vampires is like alcoholism, and blood slaves are the only legal way to do it.They get domesticated so they don’t terrorize humans and put their kind in danger, but there are a lot of vampires who don’t want to give up blood altogether. So, they get blood slaves to satisfy their wants. Ryan will always have a fresh supply of blood as long as I’m around and I will always be protected. Not to mention I’m immortal, so I won’t die that easily and I won’t age. He can drain me of all my blood, and it’ll just keep coming back within the day. He drinks from me until I pass out from blood loss. But I always wake the next morning with a fresh supply.” My th

There are seven masters in this city,I will say according to the ranking: Master George Stephen's father comes first,so I understand his fear. Master Henry came second, so they had a close relationship. I came third Master Felix came third fourth. Master Max fifth. Master Tony came sixth. I hate master Tony. He is the brother of the man who killed my family and ruined my life because my father ranked first. I slaughtered his brother's family and we had never had any contact since then except for the master's meetings. Master Williams came last ,he took over from his late father two years ago and had been struggling to pay off the debts of his father which had accumulated.

Amelia's words already pointed things out pretty clearly. You know, each sect in the immortal world only had about four or five masters. Now they were all here, and everyone's identity was nothing to sneeze at. Amelia said this in front of everyone, and obviously didn't save anyone's face. "This disciple, your cultivation was really rare in a hundred years, you could make the Azure Dragon appear, but what happened in Morrison Hollow was no small matter." Esteban's master took a step forward, and he also carried the title of master. "This was about slaughtering a whole city and destroying a whole town, so many dead souls, no matter good or evil, someone had to bear karmic burdens. You said it

"Follow me to the main mansion. Our Young Masters will see you in person." ​Moza took a deep breath. Finally, the opportunity she had been waiting for had arrived. For the first time, she would stand face to face with one of them. Whether it was Dastan, Rezon, the twins, or Kageo, she did not care. ​Without hesitation, Moza followed Thalia out of the kitchen. They walked toward the east wing of the mansion where the young masters resided. After entering the main doors, they headed toward the central hall which served as the heart of the magnificent palace. Moza had no time to admire the luxury spread before her eyes because Thalia moved incredibly fast.

I considered them a temporary distraction from my little incident with Katerina. Eventually, the day began to draw to a close with only one lesson left- business management. I had not run into Katerina throughout the day and was hoping two contradicting things: One, that she would not be in my last lesson, and two, that she would be there. I walked past the masses of girls who were drooling and swooning over me. Poor things. I smirked and entered the classroom on my left. It was filled with groups of teenagers my age who were sitting on tables and chatting loudly. As soon as I stood in front of the classroom all eyes were fixed on me and the chatter ceased. I began a quick analysis of the pe

With their glances firmly on me, they bowed their heads, welcoming the presence of my beloved and me. After acknowledging their gesture, they all raised their heads, and I showed for them to continue to with what they were doing. Now the shock in my beloved's eyes is beyond that that I have ever seen. I have in all my years as Vampire Master not had an entire room full of Vampires bow down to me. I guess that no one ever expected the Vampire Master to come out and enjoy an evening. So much to my frustration, I have to go from one elder to another to greet them. My beloved soon breaks away from me as she starts feeling bored by the routine.

Such a term was only used to address wealthy vampire masters that owned or dwelled in a specific area. Vampire masters were common, so it wasn't a surprise to hear the term. They existed for as long as she could remember and some she had even done research on. There were many types of vampire masters or lords. Most of them just owned spacious homes and had a few followers, they weren't considered too wealthy nor did they seek out new followers very often. Vampire Lords were wealthy masters, often heirs to fortunes and hundreds of years old.

“Look, I don't know who you are but I want you to know this isn't 'Vampire Diaries' or 'The Originals', this is freaking real life where humans, plants and only animals cohabitate with each other. And no, I won't be playing 'Elena' to your 'Damon' so let me go home now.” “Are you done talking?” Asked the Master as he stood from his seat and sauntered to where Elizabeth was standing. “And about the references you kept talking about, I am sorry I don't know them. I don't know any Damon or Elena, you can call me old school for not knowing them — it's cool because I'm archaic. However, I'm not making up any orthodox story, I am only speaking facts.” Elizabeth moved back as the Master got closer

Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim. The Master's presence was a living, breathing entity, exuding an aura of unbridled power and malevolence. His very existence seemed to defy nature, as if he had transcended the boundaries of mortality to become a creature of dark legend. A rogue vampire, feared by his own kind, the Master fed directly on human blood, reveling in the terror and destruction he inspired. His thirst for blood was insatiable, his cruelty boundless. The whispers of his atrocities sent shivers through even the most hardened vampire hearts.